Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.